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Drops in lethargic languor, ev'ry surge
Swells thy embitter'd draught; the faithful Torch
Expires amid the tempest, thy fond eye
Just views the falling light, and sinks in death.
Full o'er the Deep impatient Hero por'd,
Pond'ring the long delay; peace from her thoughts,
And soft repose are banish'd, cares on cares
Distract her lab'ring bosom; soon as Dawn
Wakes from his throne of light, around she throws
The gaze of anxious hope, haply to view
Her Lover, riding o'er the Main, to view
Leander wand'ring wayward from his course,
Rest of his polar Star; her wilder'd look
Roves to the shore beneath, aghast she shrieks,
Her soul's dear part'ner breathless on the strand,
Dash'd on the savage rocks; frantic she rends
Her various vestment, strengthen'd by Despair
Springs from the Tow'r precipitate, and dies
On lov'd Leander's bosom—union sweet!
Which Life too transient bless'd, nor Death divides.
The END.
